There’s a low hum given in place of an answer, affirmative only for the fact that it’s accompanied by a faint nod that mirrors Erik’s own.

“Death grants little respite for those who bear greater sins.” A pretty lie, that, for he’d seen too many with kinder hearts than he forced into that same chaos, only to shatter beneath the strain. The gods were cruel. Their punishments unjust.

But that is too heavy a subject for a place like this, and even Gabranth knows it.

“In the heart of all worlds was I thus banished and set to wander endlessly, until this one tore me from it without warning.”